the words that fall out of my pen when I step off the curb…

THROUGH THE PORTAL

In a Wilderness Science Park not far
from here, there’s a natural portal formed
where willows bend themselves into
a bit of a tunnel
If you should step through, you will hear
humming – something akin to millions
of bees singing
Don’t count on coming back; it’s the song
of sirens and it’s irresistible